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  If I leave him, then all that I've earned now would be gone. I'm still dependent on him. Miya thought to herself and took a look at Xenon, almost a head taller than her, standing next to her with unchanging confidence. She clenched her fists and told herself that one day she would be as confident and independent as him, and she would have her own freedom. 
  As they reached the secretaries' office, Miya was to head towards her desk, but Xenon took her hand.
  Huh? Xenon, I should go and work. I don't want people to think that I'm useless and I get paid for doing nothing." Miya said. 
  "There will always be people that are jealous of your talent as well as the fact that you are my wife. There will always be gossip and rumors. From now on, you work in my office." Xenon said clearly.
  "Huh? That will only make them gossip more!" Miya stared at him. 
  "Do you actually care about stupid people's opinions?" Xenon sneered. "You are my personal assistant anyway. Also, the projects you are in charge of are for private clients only. You don't need to be in the same office with them."
  "Does that mean I'm a principal designer for The Uba Jewelry now?" Miya's face lit up. "But, but what if others think you are being biased, having your wife working in your office?" 
  "Ha. Do you think I give a damn? And again, don't think too much of yourself." Xenon laughed.
  Miya rolled her eyes and nodded. She packed some stuff that she needed from her desk and went to work in Xenon's office. 
  She was very self-conscious and anxious being in the same office as Xenon, but luckily Xenon was too busy to pay her much attention. He was in meetings most of the time.
  Miya served him tea a few times in the morning. When she was about to prepare lunch, she received a phone call from Levi, telling her that she was to accompany Xenon to have lunch with a client. 
  She cleaned the desk, used the bathroom quickly, then grabbed her bag, and rushed out to take the lift. When she walked out of the gate, Xenon was already waiting in the car. Levi was checking his watch impatiently.
  As soon as he spotted Miya, he said, "Mrs. Uba, you are five minutes late. Mr. Xenon Uba doesn't like to wait." 
  Miya hurried into the car and apologized. Xenon had his eyes fixed on the laptop screen and paid her no attention. Miya felt more nervous and glanced at him every now and then. 
  She noticed that Xenon was going through pages of figures. He was concentrated and quick. Those numbers did her puzzle. She was never good at numbers and directions since she was little. Art and literature were what she enjoyed.
  He obviously didn't just inherit the company from his father but actually has the real capability to take over and run it successfully. Miya thought, finding Xenon even more impressive. In fact, within three years since Xenon took over The Uba Corporation, the company had grown to be the seventh most powerful business empire in the world. He's not just lucky to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He's smart, and most importantly, he's focused. People like him are meant to be successful. 
  Just as Miya was lost in her thoughts, Xenon turned his laptop off and put it away. He patted his t.h.i.g.h and beckoned Miya over. Miya understood straight away and moved over to sit on his l.a.p. 
  Xenon held her waist and whispered to her ear, his lips gently stroking her ear as he spoke. "What's in your dirty mind?" 
  "Huh? I.. I was just thinking about the sketches I was working on earlier." Miya muttered. 
  Xenon chuckled. "Ha. You couldn't keep your eyes off me just then." 
  "I wasn't looking..." 
  "Were you not?" Xenon teased and slipped his hand through the unzipped zipper on the side of Miya's dress. He pinched her soft skin gently. 
  Miya then realized that she was in such a hurry that she had forgotten to pull the zipper up after using the bathroom. It's so embarrassing! She blushed. Xenon's hand advanced towards her most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot, and Miya quickly stopped him, pressing her hand on his. 
  "I forgot," Miya explained. "I used the bathroom before I left the company, and I was in a hurry..." 
  Xenon smiles cheekily as he retreats his hand and pulls the zipper up for her. "Why were you gazing at me while stroking your lips then? Were you not flirting with me?" 
  "I...No...I was..." 
  "Do you want it here in the car?" Xenon stroked her hair and said casually. Miya's cheeks turned red instantly. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. 
  The car stopped at the parking lot outside a grand hotel. Xenon carried Miya out of the car, and as he put her down, he leaned close to her and licked her ear. "Wait till we get home tonight." He whispered and walked away indifferently. 
  Miya opened her eyes wide and looked around to check if anyone was watching or listening. She heaved a sigh of relief as she noticed that the bodyguards and Levi seemed oblivious, and she hurried to catch up with Xenon. 
  Just as she scurried through the parking lot and was about to catch up with Xenon, a red sports car suddenly reversed and sped past her, stroking her skirt, missing her just by an inch. Xenon grabbed her hand instantly and pulled her towards him. If he didn't, Miya would have probably gotten run over. 
  Miya gasped and stared at the car speeding off. She noticed the plate number and found it familiar. Then she remembered. Isn't it Tiffany Agabus's car? 
  "You know who it is?" Xenon seemed to have guessed her thoughts. 
  "Yeah. I think that's Tiffany Agabus's car." Miya nodded. 
  "I see. She's making a move then." 
  "Huh? What do you mean?" 
  "The client we are meeting soon is a very successful businessman. Numerous companies want to cooperate with him, but he only chooses the best. Tiffany Agabus is probably trying to do what you used to do, well, what you were forced to do for that asshole Luke Johnson, using her seductive skills."